Yang Haoran remained completely unaware of the impending disaster, chatting and laughing with Yaoyao as they fed Jinbao.
“Brother, look, Jinbao is eating the feed I gave him.”
“I know. This damn fish favors girls over boys. It wonβt eat when I feed it.”
“Giggle… Brother, did it understand you? Itβs spitting water at you.”
“Did it really understand? Thatβs amazing?”
Yang Haoran was also surprised. He deliberately added, “You fat, damn fish. If you keep spitting, next time Iβll drag your owner here and whip her.”
“Your ownerβdo you understand? That one from last time⦔
As soon as Yang Haoran mentioned the whip, the golden, chubby fish that had been spitting water suddenly froze, then dove into the pond and disappeared. The many koi fish swarmed around Jinbao, and even though the pond water was clear, Yang Haoran could no longer see where it had hidden.
Yang Haoran was both stunned and bewildered. Did it actually understand, or was it just a coincidence?
“Brother, you scared it away.”
Yang Mengyao tossed a little more feed into the pond but saw that Jinbao still hadnβt resurfaced. She felt disappointed.
Yang Haoran rubbed his nose, somewhat embarrassed. He was only joking. Even if the fish could understand, it was still utterly naive.
Without Jinbao to watch, Yang Mengyao lost interest. After feeding the fish for a while longer, she suggested, “Letβs just toss all the feed in and let them eat slowly.”
“Donβt!”
Seeing that Yaoyao was about to dump the entire large bag of feed into the pond, Yang Haoran hurriedly stopped her. Meeting her puzzled gaze, he explained, “Dumping it all in will pollute the pond. This whole big bagβthey canβt finish it. Canβt you see theyβre already plump from being fed?”
“If they end up dying from overeating, be carefulβAunt Shen will come after you.”
Hearing her brotherβs words, Yang Mengyao shuddered with fear. Thankfully, she had asked him first. She quite liked Jinbao, and if her carelessness led to an outcome she didnβt want to see, she would be heartbroken, not to mention the trouble Aunt Shen would give her.
“Letβs go. Time to head back.”
Yang Haoran looked at the dazed Yaoyao and took the bag of feed from her hands.
“Oh… okay!”
As Yang Haoran tugged on the dog leash, Yang Mengyao obediently dropped to all fours. Following the pull on her neck, she crawled behind her brother like a bitch on a leash.
She had gradually grown accustomed to being led around by her brother like a dog, crawling on her hands and knees behind him.
Anyone who witnessed this scene would assume she was merely the boyβs pet, unaware that she was actually his biological sister.
It was far easier to assume she was his sex slaveβa lowly plaything.
The siblings returned to the villa in this manner. The maids and bunny girls inside were already accustomed to such sights; at the Pet Manor, they had all been pets themselves.
Even now, they were all pets belonging to the boy before them.
Zhou Wenwen saw her master remove Yaoyaoβs collar and let her get dressed. Her heart tightened, and she stepped forward, pretending to ask casually, “Master, are you leaving now?”
Yang Haoran gave her a strange look. Did he need to report his comings and goings to her? Had he been too kind to her? Had she forgotten her place?
“Mm, Iβm heading back now. Just carry on as usual.”
His thoughts drifting, Yang Haoran didnβt overthink it and replied indifferently.
He felt only lust for Zhou Wenwen, no emotional attachment. To him, she was little more than a plaything.
“Ah! Wonβt you stay and play a while longer, Master?”
Zhou Wenwen was anxious but had to pretend to be reluctant. Yang Haoran couldnβt help but feel a stir of desire seeing her act this way. He grinned and said, “What? Didnβt get enough of your master fucking you?”
As he spoke, he reached out and fondled Wenwenβs large, snow-white breasts, cupping them from below and gauging their weight. They were heavy and fullβno wonder she was as exceptionally gifted as Yaoyao.
Moreover, Wenwenβs youthful face made her look like a little girl. He enjoyed holding her and fucking her; she was a legal loli.
This was also why, among the twelve slave girls Shen Qing had gifted him, aside from Tang Wenqian, Yang Haoran had taken a special liking to Zhou Wenwen.
“Y-yes… Master, you… you only come once in a long while…”
Zhou Wenwen couldnβt help but stammer, forcing herself to endure the shame: “Wenwen… w-wants… to spend… a little more time… with Master…”
As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head, her face flushed crimson.
“Come here…”
How could Yang Haoran resist? He pulled the bowing Zhou Wenwen over to the sofa and sat down, holding her petite body in his arms. His hands skillfully found their way to her chest, playing with her two large breasts: “Do you like it when Master plays with your tits?”
“Y-yes… I like it!”
Seeing that she had successfully piqued her masterβs interest, Zhou Wenwen endured the groping hands on her chest and spoke with feigned eagerness.
She felt her breasts completely succumb to her masterβs devilish grasp. As he kneaded them, a feverish heat rose within her body. Her entire being seemed to become a toy for the boy behind her, leaving her with no will to resist, even as his actions grew rougher and his squeezing intensified.
“Mmm… Master, be gentler…”
Zhou Wenwenβs voice trembled. Her large, snow-white breasts swayed as her nipple rings were tugged, creating lewd, undulating waves of pale flesh. She felt a sharp, stinging pain, as if her nipples were about to be torn off.
At this moment, Yang Mengyao, who had just put her clothes back on, silently took off her top again. Biting her lip, she approached Yang Haoran, her face flushed as she pushed out her chest slightly: “Brother, Yaoyao can do it too.”
She refused to be outdone by Wenwen. She had gotten her ni pierced too, so her brother could play with her the same way.
“Yaoyao, donβt cause trouble…”
Yang Haoran glanced at Yaoyao, amused and exasperated: “You just got your nipple rings done. You need to rest and recover for a while. Once youβre better, Iβll play with your tits by pulling on them.”
“Like this…”
To demonstrate for Yaoyao, Yang Haoran gently lifted his hands, tugging on Wenwenβs nipple rings to raise her massive breasts. They swayed like weighing scales, causing Zhou Wenwen to cry out in pain.
“What, are you scared now?”
Seeing Yaoyaoβs fearful expression after witnessing Wenwenβs pained face, Yang Haoran felt pleased. He couldnβt help but lecture Yaoyao: “Yaoyao, since youβve gotten your nipple rings, your big tits, just like Wenwenβs, are meant for your brotherβs amusement. You must always rememberβyour breasts exist to produce milk and to be played with by me. Understood?”
Yang Mengyao pursed her lips, lowered her head, and felt somewhat wronged: “Mm… Yaoyao understands.”
Yang Haoran could see Yaoyaoβsε§ε± and explained with reason: “Itβs not that I donβt care about you, Yaoyao. Itβs precisely because I love you so much that I want you to be the lowliest of animals, to be bullied by me and my women.”
“Only by training you into a pet can I truly feel at ease.”
Her brotherβs absurd words made Yang Mengyaoβs pretty face flush crimson with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She pouted and grumbled: “Brother, didnβt I already agree? Why bring this up again?”
“Hehe…”
Just as Yang Haoran was chuckling with smug satisfaction, the sound of a car engine came from outside the villa. It seemed to be moving extremely fast, followed by the sharp screech of brakes.
Zhou Wenwen felt a wave of relief but didnβt dare show it. She remained obediently seated in Yang Haoranβs lap, letting him play with her.
She wasnβt foolish. Based on the reply from her masterβs mother, Sister Liu, she had vaguely guessed that Sister Liu was unaware of this situation.
But for some reason, she didnβt seem afraid of her masterβs potential anger. She had simply followed Sister Liuβs instructions andζε»Άed her master for a while.